|Director||Jon M. Chu|
|Starring||Dwayne Johnson, Channing Tatum, Adrianne Palicki, D.J. Cotrona, Jonathan Pryce, Byung-hun Lee, Bruce Willis|
|Release||28 MAR (US) 27 MAR (UK) Certificate 12A|
If only the plot were easier to understand. The Joes are attacked, left for dead and branded enemies of the state by an evil president doppleganger, while Storm Shadow rescues the previously captured Cobra Commander and puts into motion a devious plan for world domination. Yet, while we switch between the three remaining Joes trying to make it home and the evil president taunting the real president, by the time Snake Eyes pops up in Tokyo to capture his white-robed nemesis, all sense of story has jumped off the nearest cliff.
And Cobra's evil plan? It's to gather all the world leaders in one place, force them to fire nuclear weapons at each other through sheer insurmountable peer pressure, and then get them to abort the weapons using the same game of chicken... only for Cobra to reveal EVEN BIGGER NUCLEAR WEAPONS IN SPACE that render the whole scene pointless.
In the acting department, everyone is as much on autopilot as you'd expect. The Rock might as well be physically holding the film together with his massive arms, but all the characters have their moments of spewing forth terrible dialogue (when you can hear it - a mumbling Channing Tatum is as indecipherable as the raspy, masked Cobra Commander).
The standout role goes to Jonathan Pryce as both the good and bad president. This poor acting legend is given such dialogue clunkers as "I'm the quicker blower-upper, baby!" and confusing threats like "The Joes are out of the picture. By which I mean they are alive and on Earth". Pryce does a great job at trying to make these work and, with one quick gag of him playing on his phone during a pivotal moment, he almost manages to put enough tongue in his cheek to make the whole thing seem comically playful. But there's just too much stupid going around for him to pass anything off as intentionally daft.
As the film reaches its climactic ending, the bonkers guns are firing on all silly cylinders. We have now met Bruce Willis's cameo, who has pretty much no effect on proceedings other than to be casually sexist (er... go Joe?) and, as they all carry out a devised strategy to save the day, it seems that Dwayne Johnson pulled the short straw to end up driving a mini-tank in the middle of nowhere, shooting at no one in particular. Following the kids-in-the-playground analogy, The Rock is now the child playing with a digger in the sandpit BY HIMSELF.
As the film finally stutters through an epilogue scene, which ends with one last moment of bewildering senselessness, you can look back on the whole viewing experience as being utterly deplorable - and utterly laughable as a result. As the credits roll, you'll be left utterly dumbfounded by the preceding two hours, with the stink of several logic farts still lingering in the air. Why was Walton Goggins in charge of a huge subterranean base holding just two paralysed prisoners? Why has no one even commented on the fact that a major city was blown to smithereens, killing its entire population in the process? Just what was Ray Stevenson's accent?
But, however enjoyable it is to watch a truly terrible film, one thing is certainly clear: that extra nine months was a complete waste of time. Whether we now get any extra Chan-Tates or whether it was all for an unimpressive third dimension, it's hard to see how the first version could have been any worse than this.
|+||Fantastic Four (12A)|
|+||The Gift (12A)|
|+||The Diary Of a Teenage Girl (18)|